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In the cigarette ash
Contributed by
lessa
on
Wednesday, 31st December 2003 @ 01:52:54 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The smoke curls up and my cigarette burns
my demon hand rests on the arm of my high back mafia chair
a pad of paper rests in my lap and I just sit, alone, forgotten
the paper is blank and seems to scream in my face, it jumps out of my hand and seems to fly around and scream my secrets
FRAUD! LOSER! WITCH! it cries
and I just sit and listen to it
I have no reason
I have no care
my life seems to float away in the wind
let them all look at me and point and laugh
my life just floats away with the cigarette ash
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lessa
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2003-12-31 13:52:54]
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Re: In the cigarette ash
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by afraid_of_fear on
Friday, 16th April 2004 @ 04:57:29 PM AEST
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I'm surprised that after 36 reads im the first to leave a comment.. well i thought it was honest, open and emotional and therefore very good.. i love the connection between the beginning and the end of the poem. Good stuff keep it up :)
charlotte x_x_x |
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